Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Poet's Hovel

Slightly shifting eddies without
When watched through drowsy eyelids
Speak a simple story
Yet so simple misconceptions spring
As summer phragmites
Aside wetland preserves
To strangle first intent.

10/25/10 hbm


Jessica said...
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Heath said...

I'm a poor dancer.